dont compare your love to a flower. its cliché

It started with a seed
Not a seed that was placed with gentle hands
Into a hole that was carefully dug
But rather, wild
Blown by the wind
Landing in no particular spot
In no particular time
But against all odds
Roots took hold and it grew
Flourishing when it rained
And wilting little by little when it didn’t
I picked that dandelion
And said keep it forever
While you smiled and said of course
I looked into those eyes
And knew you meant it
I told you that was my favorite flower
You just looked at me
Silly girl, it’s a weed.